Saturday, March 29, 2014

As a wife, mother and designated maid, here are my favorite pet peeves family members seem oblivious to--and which drive me "straight to the moon."

1. Unmade beds. Everyone
should make his/her bed. [Note to husband: The last person out of the bed should
make it.] Please don’t placate me with the excuse you didn’t have time. It
takes two or three minutes! There is a saying, “Unmade bed, unmade head.” Start
you day our right and end your day slipping between sheets and blankets that
don’t look as if a herd of disgruntled buffalo organized a stampede through the
room.

2. The kitchen sink is not the dishwasher.There
is no little elf or industrious dwarf who miraculously schleps the dishes from
the sink and stacks them in the dishwasher. But I will tell you that there is a
“Grumpy” dwarf if it’s not done. Oh, by the way, while we’re talking about
dishes, please rinse your dishes and glasses when you’re finished eating or
drinking.

3.Learn to iron.At least, learn to iron your
good “stepping-out” shirts, pants, and dresses. No, no, no, everything is not “wrinkle-free. ” Let’s
heat up the iron and chase away the wrinkles on that cotton shirt, especially
if you’re going on your first date, to an interview, or to church. It would be
wise to make a good impression at all three of these places. You need to look in
control and organized—like you care and certainly not like you slept in your clothes.

4. Take out the trash.Please don’t try to squash that last pizza box onto the top of the already
overflowing waste paper can! This is the one time all men’s spatial perception
flies out the window and heads for Mars. I’ve watched men crush pop cans in
their bare hands to try to make the “little sucker” fit the last two-inch space
in the trash can and spare them the task of taking the entire heap outside to
the proper receptacle.

5.Pick up your shoes and stash them out of the
way. Anyone, who has ever stumbled over a size 13 shoe coming in the
entranceway or better yet, waltzed into the bedroom in the dark and stumbled
over a shoe worn by Big Foot, knows what I’m saying here. If women wanted to
jump hurdles, they’d enter ABC’s television show, Wipeout.

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